Ancient Poetry and Modern Poetry in Fierce Labor Scene

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Cut sandalwood

Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county in Hu Zhaner's court? He is a gentleman, he is not a vegetarian!

Kan Kan is spreading, the river is flowing, and the river is clear and real. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting, is there a special county in Hu Zhan's court? He is a gentleman, and he is not a vegetarian!

Kan Kan cut the wheel, the river flows, the river is clear, and the river is destroyed. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county quail in Huzhanerting? He is a gentleman, but he is extraordinary!

Go to Shaoshan, Mao Zedong

1June 959

Don't dream of vaguely cursing the passing of Sichuan.

My hometown 32 years ago.

The red flag rolled up the serf halberd,

Black hands hang the whip of the overlord.

For sacrifice and ambition,

Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky.

I like watching thousands of rice waves,

Heroes everywhere are dying.

The last two sentences of the poem describe the labor scene. )

When dawn wears white clothes, Ai Qing

Between the purple and blue Woods

From blue-gray hillsides to blue-gray hillsides,

Green grassland,

Green grassland, flowing on the grassland.

-Fresh smoke like emulsion ...

Ah, when dawn wears white clothes,

How fresh the fields are!

Listen,

Yellow light,

Spent the last time trembling on the pillar.

Look!

1932 65438+1October 25th, on the way from Paris to Marseille.